The Married Man

I was eating with
some people
from work
last night.
The style of the
restaurant..is
you order and
pay and they
give you a beeper
and when it buzzes
you get up and go
get it.
About 6 of us
from work get
in line.
Wait our turn.
I walk up to the
man Ringing.
Order my salad.
Great Choice,
he smiles...This is
my Favorite.
Can I get a cup of
coffee as well..
I ask..to go.
Yes...He rings
me up commenting
on my outfit.
Thanks I work next
door .
I have never seen
you before, he stats,
are you new?
No , I respond just
visiting for a meeting.
i respond.
Meanwhile my group
has ordered and
sat down.
He grabs the beeper.
I will bring this to
you.
I smile and say
thanks and walk away.
That is odd, I think.
As I sit down at the table,
half of the
ladies have their
food and the others
are waiting.
Where is your beeper?
One asks..
Oh, the guy is bringing
it out to me.
What? Why? What did
you order? she asks.
I do not know why,
A salad , I respond
He starts to walk up
with my food.
Here you go, I hope
you enjoy it.
Thanks I say and smile.
The whole table is looking
at him and he is staring
at me.
Making me uncomfortable.
Ok, I say....thanks again,
it looks so good.
Your welcome he says.
and stands and stares at
me.
As I check him out,
I see the wedding
ring.
Married. Jesus!!
If you need anything,
anything at all my name
is chuck...Just call
me and I will come
right over and assist
you...he smiles and
bumps into the table
behind him.
I turn around to
eat my Salad,
the whole table
was just staring
at me.
I think to myself,
What is up with
these married men...
really?
I am done asking
why they keep
picking me.
All I know is
I have been
there and done
that.
So not interested.
As I eat my salad
one of the girls
said...What did
you say to him?
He seemed very taken
with you.
Smiling
I say..
Just like you
I ordered
my salad.
And that's all
I wanted.